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C H Watson Jan 2015
Attempted mind trick
My poem isn't trending
Psychology failed
C H Watson Jan 2015
Deployment confirmed, Flight Leader at ready
Mission parameters locked in the pipe
Target subsystem structures, hold the course steady
The last thing I want is a wipe

Miles of shrapnel, anti-drone hail
My brave flight cut down by a half
Magnetics engaged, we land on her tail
Free at last from hot metal and chaff

There can be no defense for this aft rail dispenser
Plasma torches will have out her heart
A soft spot at last on the tactical sensor
One final call and this party can start

"Flight Leader here, subsystem disabled"
"Prophet tactical, fire at will"
A surge of blue plasma, the deadly beam arc
We andrones must die with our ****

No graves will be dug for this 'drone flight destroyed
Disabling that aft rail smoke-caster
But our sacrifice bought what the Prophet predicted
Elegiac ion disaster
Looks like Captain Grayling's TAC officer has launched an androne flight to disable the defensive systems of an enemy ship! Aboard the mighty Vapor Prophet, it is not only the crew that have hearts of steel.

Dedicated to my friends at WC and AP!
C H Watson Jan 2015
Joy's sublimity
New Naruto episode
Wide eyes ******
I recommend to all sentient beings the show called Naruto: Shippuden, viewed with the original Japanese language dialogue and subtitles of your choice. I do this to try to pay the world back for the untold joy its story has brought me. Only women make me more emotional.
C H Watson Jan 2015
Place your finger on her chin
    Now draw a line down her throat and extend the trajectory
Why? Because then you get to touch her cleavage
    I thought it was self-explanatory
C H Watson Dec 2014
Get her out of those buckles, make her wiggle
    Learned fingers tracing her every silky crease
Manually adventuring amidst her supple folds
    Turning her over and over, send the air out of her!
And then an arm across her skirt, fold her lovingly but firmly

Now I can count on her to open next time I jump
Dedicated to that which cleaves tighter to us when the weather is worst, burns warmer on our skin when the nights are coldest, and makes us complain of raindrops in our eyes in dry weather...

a good woman's loyalty to a man
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